Fic: On the Banks of the Black Lake (Lorcan/Lysander)
TITLE: On the Banks of the Black Lake
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: On impact with the freezing lake, Lorcan’s body lost complete control, and his dragon burst forth. He let out a roar which echoed out into the cold night.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Lorcan/Lysander)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for week 127 @ sortinghatdrabs
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On impact with the freezing lake, Lorcan’s body lost complete control, and his dragon burst forth. He let out a roar which echoed out into the cold night. Already his dragon knew it was in trouble. In such a densely populated area, some curious and now frightened humans would no doubt have heard his dragon’s cry.
He dove deep into the dark, murky water. Dragons loved the water but hated the cold, which made it difficult for them to function. He swam the length of the lake slowly, giving himself time to stay in dragon form as long as possible. His dragon side was ecstatic at his shift, the pain had eased into a dull headache, but he was still sluggish and weak. He might be able to hold off a few humans for a while, but not for long.
The water became shallow as he reached an embankment. Still fully dragon, he dragged himself up onto the bank and dropped his huge dragon frame onto it, unable to control the shivers that racked his body.
His ears pricked up at the sound of footsteps. They grew louder and louder as whatever it was approached. The smell of cinnamon wafted into his senses. He rolled slightly, blinking the water from his eyes. A pair of boots stepped into his line of vision. Lorcan sniffed. Human. Definitely human. He sniffed again. Familiar. Home. Safe.
A blond boy squatted down in front of him. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe. Shift back.”
Familiar. Safe. Shift. A name was swimming around in his mind, but his Dragon form couldn’t quite grasp it. A soft warm familiar hand touched his nose. Lorcan huffed out a couple of warning sparks but the boy ignored them.
“Lorcan,” he said. “Shift. Now. You’re on the banks of the Black Lake for the whole castle to see. You were supposed to land in the Forbidden Forest, remember?”
Shift? Shift. Lorcan clung to that word and slowly his limbs began to tingle and shrink at a rapid rate. Before he could panic he returned to his naked, trembling, freezing cold body.
“Lysander,” Lorcan breathed as his human brain finally managed to regain enough of motor-function to notice the boy in the Hufflepuff scarf.
“You okay?” Lysander asked quietly.
“Yeah, I think so.” Lorcan pushed himself painfully into a seated position. He swallowed around his dry throat. “You didn’t warn me that I’d lose so much of myself.” He raked a hand over his face. “I was completely dragon up there.”
“I didn’t want to scare you,” Lysander admitted. He dropped the bundle of clothes he was carrying and wrapped Lorcan’s Gryffindor robes around his naked body. “You need to remember to land in the forest though. You can’t go around landing all over the castle. Someone will see you.”
“I know.” Lorcan clutched his robes close and closed his eyes wearily. “I know.”
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: On impact with the freezing lake, Lorcan’s body lost complete control, and his dragon burst forth. He let out a roar which echoed out into the cold night.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Lorcan/Lysander)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for week 127 @ sortinghatdrabs
***
On impact with the freezing lake, Lorcan’s body lost complete control, and his dragon burst forth. He let out a roar which echoed out into the cold night. Already his dragon knew it was in trouble. In such a densely populated area, some curious and now frightened humans would no doubt have heard his dragon’s cry.
He dove deep into the dark, murky water. Dragons loved the water but hated the cold, which made it difficult for them to function. He swam the length of the lake slowly, giving himself time to stay in dragon form as long as possible. His dragon side was ecstatic at his shift, the pain had eased into a dull headache, but he was still sluggish and weak. He might be able to hold off a few humans for a while, but not for long.
The water became shallow as he reached an embankment. Still fully dragon, he dragged himself up onto the bank and dropped his huge dragon frame onto it, unable to control the shivers that racked his body.
His ears pricked up at the sound of footsteps. They grew louder and louder as whatever it was approached. The smell of cinnamon wafted into his senses. He rolled slightly, blinking the water from his eyes. A pair of boots stepped into his line of vision. Lorcan sniffed. Human. Definitely human. He sniffed again. Familiar. Home. Safe.
A blond boy squatted down in front of him. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe. Shift back.”
Familiar. Safe. Shift. A name was swimming around in his mind, but his Dragon form couldn’t quite grasp it. A soft warm familiar hand touched his nose. Lorcan huffed out a couple of warning sparks but the boy ignored them.
“Lorcan,” he said. “Shift. Now. You’re on the banks of the Black Lake for the whole castle to see. You were supposed to land in the Forbidden Forest, remember?”
Shift? Shift. Lorcan clung to that word and slowly his limbs began to tingle and shrink at a rapid rate. Before he could panic he returned to his naked, trembling, freezing cold body.
“Lysander,” Lorcan breathed as his human brain finally managed to regain enough of motor-function to notice the boy in the Hufflepuff scarf.
“You okay?” Lysander asked quietly.
“Yeah, I think so.” Lorcan pushed himself painfully into a seated position. He swallowed around his dry throat. “You didn’t warn me that I’d lose so much of myself.” He raked a hand over his face. “I was completely dragon up there.”
“I didn’t want to scare you,” Lysander admitted. He dropped the bundle of clothes he was carrying and wrapped Lorcan’s Gryffindor robes around his naked body. “You need to remember to land in the forest though. You can’t go around landing all over the castle. Someone will see you.”
“I know.” Lorcan clutched his robes close and closed his eyes wearily. “I know.”